Bhaskar Bhattacharya’ Poem Transelet By- Amol Krishna Byne.
While in Child hood days ..during the fun game’ -Blind-man’s-Buff’’
-Touched you by the tenderness..
Enough poison not grown yet on finger tips….
-enough fervour not filled in ‘ my being’’ …….
Days by ..you grew up to the fullest blown .
With my fingers tip -filled with venom of filthy wish.
Enough sin now clouds mind ..
Uncannily ‘instinct’-leads me towards you and you…….
You cocoon you to save from
-ugly touch…and elude scene..

-Your body now grown to ‘’Valley of Dras’’……..
And you aspire to live awaye
-off sinful touch…..

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